“We shall return”, is all I can remember of that fateful night under the shadow of the tree and the morning star. A momentous night where one’s preconceptions are deconstructed forever by the presence of the real, true one.
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Would beauty exist without the flesh, a drinking buddy once asked and hence stirred a life-long interest in the subject.
I honestly don’t know if it does depend on the flesh. Come to think of it, taxidermy would not be so intriguing if beauty lies independent of the flesh, wouldn’t it?
It is always beautiful when it bleeds, though.
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
The true orthodox will not budge from the path of dark light, even if it hides in the shadowy corners of the cold, damp walls
The orthodox shall prevail, ascending to the very warmth of the darkness and its embrace
Abra - Had - Kadum - Dabra
Saturday, April 15, 2017
Thursday, April 13, 2017
Friday, March 17, 2017
Abra - Had - Dabra
Let the masters of the disguised Arts
Come to bear one’s wishes for the four parts
Masters of Shan - Gri - La
Meet one halfway in the circle
Of night and secrets forever idle
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
There is a method to my madness, she said, once in a pale moon ago.
A formula to open up my universe, like the peeling of an onion, and the unraveling of my secrets for you…she said, once in a pale moon
Wednesday, March 8, 2017
Stupidity and vanity go hand in hand. A pair of gloves that fits a pair of hands. It’s the reason why some are much easier to lure than others.
It’s the reason why one would, and should, smile, upon the misery that the arrogant hand shaking one’s own has to enjoy, in the cleansing that is The Hunt…